Mikey sat beside you in the booth of the fast food restaurant. You forced him to leave his room for once since he’s been depressed lately. Mikey’s mental health hasn’t been the strongest and he has a hard time thinking positively. But with your help, he’s made progress.

Mikey was looking out of the window instead of eating his food. He didn’t have an expression, just a blank face. He was starring off and lost in his thoughts. He could feel his negative intrusive thoughts creeping in when all of a sudden, you snapped him out of it. He looked to you with his eyes a little wide. “Huh?”